Too Late To Beg: My Cold Ex-Husband

oast to us. Instead, he rested his hand on his mistres

t to him, a ghost in a f

tress, Chastity, started hemorrhaging later that night, he d

. He knew a transfusion of that magnitu

n," he said, his eyes

e her whateve

y freedom. He lied and agreed,

e the woman destroying my life, my chest tightened.

s crashing!" the

dn't even t

o hold Chastity's hand, lea

Annis Myers died

and continue being his obedient, silent wif

as w

enthouse one last ti

the ro

I wasn't in the ashes, I was

envelope, along with the medica

war? I would

pte

is

lar gown, watching my husband rest his hand on another woman's pre

n't shatter. I didn't scream. I

bottle that cost more than my father's life

even men before his twenty-fifth birthday and doubled the family's territory in the last three years.

supposed to

had brough

the swell of her stomach, a stark contrast to my pale,

through the crowd of made men and their silent wives. Every eye in

ust a code for the men. It was a cag

il and twice as slick, met mine. There was no apolo

that used to make my toes curl. Now it just m

ying the child I couldn't give him

tectively over her bump. "Dom thought it would be safer if I s

d at Do

steady. I had practiced this steadiness in the mirror fo

ok a sip of

eds comfort. She'll take the master suite. Y

left t

iage bed in front of the entire organization. He was stripping me

dded

wish, Do

rble floor. I needed to get to the bedroom before they did. I need

e corridor when I h

by a massive floral arrangement

d-in-command, chuckled. "I bet you ten grand s

drifted over, hea

uiet. Obedient. And her father's debt is paid as l

st. It was the only thing I had left of my mothe

pulled the small duffel bag from the vent. Cash. A burner phone.

ve, but the doo

hastity clinging to h

inick asked. His eyes dro

guest room, like

yes zeroed i

"That bracelet. It would match my dress perfectly. And since

said, my grip on the bag tigh

ed about power. And right now, giving his mi

her, Annis

N

n he married me. Not when he forced me to cut ties with my si

rature in the room dropped. He grab

s face inches from mine. "Everything you have is mine.

rough fingers and h

looking directly at me, she pulled the del

," sh

nappe

d across the hardw

grabbing her finger. A tiny drop of blood w

shrinking back against Dominick. "Sh

see through it. But Dominick didn't

tumbled back, hit

ze," he

I had spent nine years trying to plea

" I

orted with rage. He

I forget that I

he floor. I walked out of the penthouse, down the

iting at the curb. T

from the driver's seat.

Annis,"

ck at the building that had been my